06-20-2015, 11:15 PM
(06-20-2015, 11:06 PM)Shaadaris Wrote:"Of course, can't go one-on-one, nope, gotta gang up..." I shifted the hilt of the sword a bit in my palm, before setting my eyes on the one coming from the left. "Left to right, just like reading, gotta keep tabs on the others, don't want them to overwhelm me..." I dashed forwards at a speed almost unfitting my small stature, towards the figure I had focused on. My blade was ready to wing as soon as I got in range...(06-20-2015, 11:04 PM)Ehksidian Wrote: What the- I blinked, and staggered a bit. What the hell was that? The shipping kept going, trying to take control...
Deep breaths, Wurg. Even though you have no lungs. Stay calm. It can't take over. You're immune. It cannot pass he indomitable wall of your mind. I gritted my teeth, set my stance, and glanced at the figures emerging from all around. A metal plate formed around my hand, a fairly shoddy shield, but a shield nonetheless. Scrap metal is very useful for making geometric shapes, after all. If any of the figures approached, I was ready. The plasma-edge of my blade glowed a faint, burning orange. It was time to fight.
*Three of the figures begin to stagger on their uneven legs towards Wurg*
#FREEDOMFROMPANTS
Heir of Mind